Sunlight Rings on a Winters Snow

“Teachers and priests and philosophers
brood over questions of reality and illusion,
I know this: if life is an illusion then I too am an illusion
and thus the illusion is real to me,
I live, I lust, I burn with life, I slay and I am content.
And more than looking the part I feel the part
the awakening of old memories
the resurge of the mad wild glorious days of old
before my feet were set on the imperial path.
When I was a wandering mercenary,
roistering, brawling, adventuring,
with no thought for the morrow
and no desire save sparkling ale, red lips,
and a keen sword to swing
on the battlefield of the world.
Unconsciously I revert to the old ways
a new swagger becomes evident in my bearing
in the way I sit on my horse
half forgotten oaths rise naturally to my lips
and as I rise I humm old songs
that I had roared in chorus
with my reckless companions
in many a tavern
and on many a dusty road
or a bloody field. "
-Robert E. Howard

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Image by me: oragami paper on pizza box titled: deadleaves on the dirtyground
Text Robert Howard: conan the barbarians words -source unknown